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Monday, August 15, 2011

The Mirror

Morning sun filtered through the bedroom window's lace, and fell onto the bed. Her dream slowly disintegrated, leaving little memory behind, but a passing feeling of love and loss. Stretching lazily under the blankets, revelling just a little in the sensation of her muscles waking up, she sighed and ran a hand through her sleep-dishevelled hair.

She sat up, and let her legs fall over the side of the bed. The white nightgown swished against her calves as she struggled to remember what it was that had filled her head all night. But alas, it was gone, not to be recaptured, nor relived, nor re-felt.

Across the room, the mirror beckoned and she answered. Padding across the floor in bare feet, she stood before it and stared at the face that looked back. Someone so familiar... she knew the curl of her hair, the shape of her nose, the smiling pout of her lips. But, it was the look in her eyes that took the girl aback just a little.